Plastic Deku

Chapter 1: Packing Opening

Not all men are created equal.

Dream big, but make sure your dreams are attainable.

These were sayings that Izuku Midoriya understood far more than most would give him credit for. At the age of 12 he understood these concepts better than most adults. Probably thanks due in part to one of the guys currently chasing him:

"Get back here, Deku!"

Katsuki Bakugo had once been his best friend. Now, he was his number one bully. And all because Izuku was Quirkless.

Quirkless. Oh how he hated that word. Quirkless: the condition given to those who were not born with a unique, superhuman ability. Like Bakugo's own Explosive sweat, or Inko, Izuku's mother's attraction ability. In the world he grew up in, Quirks made your life. They were the key to an easy life where you could use them freely to get work done...especially if you wanted to be a hero.

Hero. Those who have full permission to use their quirks in order to protect the civilians of the world. The #1 occupational dream in this world; for if you became a hero, as long as you fought villains and saved people, the goverment paid you handsomely.

And oh, how Izuku wanted to be a hero. But not because of fame or the money. Oh no. Ever since he was three years old, when he first saw a video of All Might, the #1 hero in the world, save a million people with a great bug smile on his face, Izuku had wanted to be just like that:

Someone who takes away people's fears, never backs down from a fight and makes people's day with his mere presence. Someone who would just as easily get a cat out of a tree as they would stop a robbery. It was his dream, and with his mom's attraction and his father's Fire-breath, Izuku was certain whatever Quirk he'd get when he turned four would make hima great hero.

Sadly, it was not to be.

On his 4th birthday, a doctor callously and bluntly told Izuku he would never have a Quirk, all because he was missing a joint in his toe.

His dream was cracked, but not shattered. After all, there was no rule that said a Quirkless person could not be a hero. It was also the only thing Izuku had ever wanted in his life; to be someone who helps others. That wasn't too much to ask and aim for, right?

Wrong!

No one believed in Izuku's dream, getting him mocked and bullied...especially by Bakugo, whose Quirk was hailed as amazing and great, filling the explosive blonde with grandeur. Things only got worse when he proved to be brilliant at everything he did.

Most of the dissenters of Izuku, or as Bakugo called him Deku, stuck to merely laughing at him and pointing out how unlikely it was he'd ever become a hero. However, Bakugo seemed to have made it his mission to hammer into his childhood friend that his dream was unattainable, and not through the kindest of methods either. He refused yo call him anything but that nickname, would threaten to murder or beat him if he 'stepped out of line' and the worst part?

No one did anything about it, because Bakugo was smart enough to mostly do this when no one was looking and Izuku would sooner die than rat out the boy and ruin his dream of becoming a hero.

Which brings us to this moment:

Here Izuku was, running from yet another attempt at 'education.' This time however, would prove to be the last and quite different.

"Just give me the notebooks and I'll piss off!" Bakugo demanded, two goones behind him chuckling in anticipation of the coming beating.

"Come on Kaa-chan! I worked really hard on those!" Izuku begged, shifting his backpack so that it was protected by his back.

"Its for your own good, Deku!" Bakugo smirked.

"Um, hey wait..." One of the goonies noted. "Isn't this the industrial part of town?"

His friend stopped when he realized that the shining gleams of downtown were nowhere to be seen instead, fading paints, cracked walls, smog and warning signs.

Bakugo paid this no mind, delighting in how close he was getting to Izuku.

"GET BACK HERE DEKU!"

Even without the volume, Izuku could feel his friend's breath and the heat of the explosions just inches away from burning him. In no mood for either, Izuku threw his bag over the first fence he saw and clambered over it, then racing towards the nearby factory.

Bakugo would've followed after his pre...pal. Yeah, that was the word! Pal...but he saw several warning signs and finally realized the point his thugs had mentioned. He growled and turn around.

"Come on guys. Let's scram before someone else finds us." He ordered. "If I get caught for trespassing, no way UA will let me in."

And with that, they traced their steps back to downtown, leaving Izuku out of their minds.

Meanwhile, Izuku was catching his breath and patting away the sweat that had amassed while he had been running as he hid behind a panel of sorts. He honestly wasn't thinking straight, just glad that he had avoided Bakugo.

A few minutes later when his attacker had not found him in the usual time, Izuku stepped from behind his hiding place and got a good look at his surroundings:

A chemical factory. Mostly automated, but a few assembly lines and dirt on the floor gave the impression a few people worked there at least. The temperature wasn't too high, so Izuku wasn't sweating anymore and whatever they were making hopefully wasn't too bad...

A bit of steam alerted Izuku to look down; he saw a bubbling vat, next to which there were a few barrels, some of which were not clearly sealed.

Making a mental note to avoid that, Izuku glanced at his watch; he was now 10 minutes late than his usual home arrival time, and if Bakugo was anything like he knew, he probably had given up chasing him to get home before Aunt Mitski gave him another lecture.

And speaking of mothers, Inko was probably going to be worried sick when he got home.

"I better get home."

"WHO'S THERE?!"

Panicking as was in his nature, Izuku slipped on his shoelaces and found himself plummeting towards the green pool below. He flung his backpack away and tried to shift his way, thankfully avoiding the vat, but falling onto the aforementioned improperly sealed barrels.

As the green fluid seeped over Izuku's skin and into his pores, he paid it no mind, more focused getting out of here without being seen. As he scrambled to get out of the green liquid and clear his eyes, he felt his hand brag onto a handle, which it pulled, letting outside air grace his wrist.

The next thing he knew, Izuku was outside and running all the way back home, his clothes dripping and smelling funny, but he himself unharmed.

He then hauled himself home, later telling his mother he accidentally stood against some wet paint while watching a Hero fight a villain.

And thus, his life was still the same...At least, so it appeared.

What he didn't know was that he had been caught on camera...but that's for another time.

MHA

That was a year ago.

Life had continued on for Izuku; he'd go to school, get humiliated by Bakugo and the others, do his homework, read comics and watch Heroes in action. Then he'd have a nice dinner with his mother, who'd applaud his brillance and worry about why he tensed somewhat whenever he heard 'Bakugo.'

A not too bad life, right?

So why did he feel so empty?

It was the beginning of his final year of middle school, and Izuku had done some soul-searching...Bakugo and that doctor were right. He had known, but held onto hope he was an exception. He could no longer do that.

How does one react to that; knowing your only dream is out of reach, being bullied and wanting to not bother anyone? Not that many would care when you're a second class citizen...

There really was no other choice, in Izuku's mind.

He was standing up on the school's rooftop, a written confession for why; he hoped this way he could at least prevent someone else in a situation like him from repeating what he was about to do.

'Mom, forgive me.'

And with that last thought, he willed his body to jump off. The wind pelted his form as he fell, just as a sense of regret filled him: He suddenly didn't want to do this; it wouldn't be fair to Inko...he could be a police officer instead...hell, he'd never kissed a girl, yet!

Izuku suddenly realized he was then pulled back from meeting the dirt, rocking up and down. Opening his eyes, he saw he was indeed going up and down.

"W-what?"

From the corner of his eyes, he saw the answer, making his eyes widen and all sund around him go mute.

His feet were still on the roof and his legs were stretched to an unbelievable length, beginning to slink up and down ever so slightly.

Suddenly, just as he thought of returning to the roof, his arms followed in the example of his legs, and Izuku found himself being flung back towards the roof at an incredible speed. He hit the rooftop with some impact...but it barley felt like anything. Readjusting himself, Izuku was then treated to the sight of his limbs zipping back to their normal length.

It took him a few minutes to realize what had happened.

He could stretch.

Quirkless people couldn't do that.

He had a quirk.

He had a quirk.

For a good few minutes, he sat on the roof, his systems rebooting

Izuku 'Deku' Midoriaya...had a quirk.

He responded with a loud declaration, an infectious smile on his face:

"OH MY GOD I'M SO HAPPY! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!"

He raced home, ignoring a battle between Endevaour and a water monster, along with Miku and Mount Lady stopping a building from falling onto civilains.

"Mom!" He called out happily as he entered his home.

"Sweetie?" Inko Midoriaya asked, inrtugued what had her baby boy in such a good mood.

"Look!"

Izuku, from the entry, reached for the fridge to help himself to an All Might All Right Sports Drink, his arm cutting off Inko from inteferring and allowing her to gawk as her son grabbed the drink, opened it and willed his arm back.

"I have a quirk!" Izuku declared with happiness and pride. "I can strecth, recoil...Oh, and I can bouncge off damage, probably going to need to test that out, also need to figure out if I can fold like Edgeshot or flatten like Tiger..."

"H-how...?"

Inko was happy for her son; elated even. She thought that vaugely, someone in her family had a simular quirk, so perhaps Izuku was going through Quirk-avatism...but then she realized that there had to have been something to force this Quirk to awaken, and they had been through ALL the tests...

"I-Izuku? When did this happen? Can you think of anything...odd that happened recently?"

Her questions brought her son out of his ramble, only to begin another one."

"This late a Quirk needs something to activate, but teh usual bullyng never did anything..."

"Bullying?" Inko asked.

"I didn't eat anything out of the ordinary or do anything different in gym so strecthing is oit of the quest..." He then recalled something. "M-maybe it was the goop in the factory hat Kaa-chan and his pals.."

"I-Izuku?"

He stopped rambling to see his mother, her eyes wide open, pointing at him in shock.

The boy then turned to a nearby mirror to see Bakugo standing where he should've been. Shocked, he winced, as did Bakugo.

Immediatley, he knew something was up: Bakugo never winced.

Izuku thought to shake his hand. Bakugo followed. Izuku stuck out his tongue and Bakugo followed. He titled his head and, you guessed it, Bakugo followed.

"W-wha-what the heck?! I thought I could stretch...!" He clamped his hand over his mouth. He even SOUNDED like Bakugo!

Inko promptly acted like many other parents would in this situation:

She fainted.

"Mom!" Izuku hollered in worry, his voice and form returning to normal.

MHA

"Okay, people, now that we got all the drama out of the way... Let's cut to the chase.

My name is Izuku Midoriya. I fell into a vat of chemicals that gave me a power unlike all the other heroes in my verse. And this this the story of how I became a hero..."

A piece of flaming debris went flying as a green haired blob emerged from the fallen building, opening up to reveal several civilians and a smiling freckled face.

"Met my best friends..."

In a diner not to far from UA, Izuku sat at a table, laughing alongside Shinsho Hitsohi and Yui Koda.

"Fell for the most amazing girl in the universe..."

Underneath the starry sky and with the knowledge that their classmates safe and sound, Izuku's lips FINALLY made contact with Mina's, their eyes closing and fingers running through wet hair.

"Saved Japan..."

Izuku wrapped his form around the tuxedo wearing man, then turned his legs into springs that pushed them skyward before he spun like a top and, stretching his arms to their utmost limit, slammed his idol's foe into the ground.

"America..."

Izuku twisted from a slinky like form and delivered a powerful punch to the glowing Cowboy with floating dollar signs around him. The legendary supervillain skidded back before whipping a lasso at the young hero, who shifted into the form of an eagle and slammed into the villain's face.

"And made a lot of people laugh while doing so."

Stretching and squishing his face in outrageous ways, Izuku smiled at the hordes of beaming civilians, both children and adults. After taking a few selfies with his adoring public, a proud smile on his face, he bounced onto the top of a building before stretching his legs to walk from rooftop to rooftop without any problems.

"Whoops! Look at me, getting ahead of myself! Let's back up a bit, shall we? This all really began a few months before I left Middle school..."

To be continued...

Next: Instructions in Strecthing

Read and Review, would ye kindly?

So, Izuku is now in possession of the powers of Plastic Man and seems to have quite the adventures ahead of him, right? If you haven't already, check out and read Raizen1125's 'No Hero Academia', it is one of the best fics I've read in a while and the author deserves all the praise they can get.